In the reaches of the night


Something calls in the reaches of the night, where stars

wash back and forth, caught in the swell of the sky.


Its wordless words are saying that this place between

hoof, paw and the netted stars, that stirs in flaring nostrils


and tastes of the night, is love and anguish at its loss, is

birth and death and all of life between, muscles sliding


beneath hide and feathered flight. It says, listen to life

calling, hear its song in the snailshell of the ear, feel it


growing deep in the bones. Keep it close, let it not be

snatched away snuffed out in blood and tears,


but carry it always to sing, loud-throated as the blackbird,

into the teeth of death and the last silence.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

18 thoughts on “In the reaches of the night”

      1. Sometimes it feels like that. Other times not so much. I’ve just come indoors because there’s someone with a rifle murdering the wildlife on the other side of the hedge. Swearing very loudly didn’t have any effect. I don’t want a bullet.

      1. It is, but what could i do? I try to get back the stolen money, hopefully before civil war activities will begin. In my opinion the actual clash with the Roman-Catholic Church is similar to the clash with Martin Luther. Take away the hope from them who are working in fear and anger, you will get wild animals.

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